There was a piece in the Sunday Post about how to blog, and it included a hint to avoid the "dreaded 'blogorrhea' -- aka incessant prattle about your jerk boss or second-rate love life." (I am actually looking at the paper version of the paper, and I'm on the laptop, so I'm not linking. You know how to search.)
I spent the afternoon lying on the sofa looking at my Christmas tree. (A few years ago, when my dad and I went to cut down the tree, we saw a young couple arguing amid the pines. "We aren't here to get your tree," the woman was yelling. "We aren't here to get my tree. We're here to get our tree." I wonder about them every year...like I wonder if they are divorced yet. Of course, some differences can't be overcome...can a Douglas Fir person live with a Blue Spruce?)
I'm a White Pine person...I like the soft needles, even if they are a little yellowish. And this year we (although I suspect Victor doesn't give all the rats' asses) went with these fine mylar icicle-tinsel thingys instead of the big silver garland. The garland covers up the ornaments too much, but these mylar things looked too small to be worth anything. In the dim light, though, they do a nice job of reflecting the colored tree lights and it looks pretty and sparkly.
Or maybe I'm just brain addled. I went to the doctor today and I do have a sinus infection, and a pretty nasty one at that. I'm not real big on going to the doctor...I'm sort of guy-like in that respect. First I wait (well, I whine a lot, but that's all) for a month or two to see if the symptoms go away. If they don't, I figure that whatever it is isn't fatal, so there's no point going to the doctor. After eight weeks of whining, though, people's sympathy turns to hostility.
Anyway, the lack of sympathy, the crushing fatigue (I was requiring a nap after taking a shower), and the fact that my face hurt every time I blinked finally got me in. I left with antibiotic pills the size of my fist and steroids to spray up my nose. I'm not so keen on drugs, either, not in spite of working in the drug world, but because of it. I spend all day researching adverse drug reactions, so I know what those pills are going to do to me...you're seeing it already. Blogorrhea.
Posted by Nic at December 14, 2004 07:02 PM